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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Caught up in this space of immersionBreaths, colors, the beauty of descentBeen kicking against goads of coercionOrientations, depths and passing presentI am born into this world, a girl childMy mind, volcanic with words in innocenceWith every dreaming-dejavu, so mildTaunting my leaps into fairing existenceThus, recently observing the world's knowledgeWhether it be living reality or fatality, my guessMany before carefully built boxes of niche with edgeMany more will stress their thoughts to pressMan holds his prestige, being religiously accurateSo lost in deeming himself preferably to anotherI and my words watch like a starring associateUnravelling the secrets of stones together.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Dearest crown, Take a moment with me through these strides, seasonally flavored and gingered with a therapeutic spice of romance. Let your heart be glad for it found me at the span of teenage sprout. The joy of a growing girl, her fears were strengthened faith. I sat there dreaming of the tomorrow I tread towards closely. It is one I want so quickly to come. Even in pressed anticipation, I had blindly sought for you in between faces familiar. Each one too large to fit in our hollow space of Love. My heart is at at rest still; through the many angry grown up struggles this young heart encountered.Today I bid you come, for my heart ripe to close in, my head still; ready to be adorned with your crown of love and purpose. My shoulder welded in strength to bear our world massive, my feet ready for this walk, so long and dusty. Every breath is one closer to that moment when my face will be forever flushed with blush-divine. Whispers in the wind bid me; wait! wait! Alas! The seal in place.My heart's like a turtle dove, the innocence of its purity, unaware of its shelter, but makes a do with its finding. I proudly roar in affirmation, that my heart is lost in yours. I move as a whole yet separated by necessity. All the dealings of man in this world are futile, except his heart dare find a home within home.At the very tip of my tongue; you reside as the touch of a song so soft, the very cuddle of a smile linger with me each embracing moment. Tis the taste of a Life so sweet to league with Love. Restless in rest, abiding in the present of tomorrow's future. This is the very first note!Kaylove...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Earth! Dear earth, I'm draineddrained by the choice in our lossperfection spells peace and freedombut our choice chose selfishlylost in its blindness of greedI sit yet I'm restlessly tamedtamed by meticulous necessitythe beginning was bound in lifebut violation crept steadilyand made a feast upon dustIf I cried the world to warit won't fix the lost choicelost is man in his world lostwe brood in the cost of choiceliving the impact of imperfectionThere is a reason my soul criesfor a home yonder within the heartthe tempest of a costly choicestill these choices I must maketill my eyes go dim to earth.